tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55760988556366878502017-08-17T13:16:14.013+05:30Memoirs of a Drunken Junkie....Where thoughts and experiences meet words...rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-71310133906708503622016-06-13T22:54:00.000+05:302016-06-13T22:54:10.102+05:30An Epistle from the Past<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 18pt;">When the winds carried my epistles to you<br />And you chose to throw a sardonic grin<br />My heart thawed and splinters exited<br />You've touched and marked my soul indelibly<br />I'm still the same broken living mass, my love<br />And I will forever treasure you in my safest cove..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 18pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 18pt;">When the waters carried my salty please<br />You chose to decapitate me with ease<br />My soul cringed with fear of losing you<br />You wanted a love which wouldn't be easy<br />I'm still the same broken living mass, my love<br />And I will forever treasure you in my safest cove...<o:p></o:p></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-euG9UCSaDU8/V17mztttSLI/AAAAAAAAEqY/MiUlfXiTNA84U2em_0LiX7XqkBuhq-C1wCKgB/s1600/DSC05689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: ; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-euG9UCSaDU8/V17mztttSLI/AAAAAAAAEqY/MiUlfXiTNA84U2em_0LiX7XqkBuhq-C1wCKgB/s400/DSC05689.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: ;">At Mawsmai Caves. Cherrapunji, Meghalaya.</b></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 18pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 18pt;">When a time came and we shared the same air<br />You chose to cloister me and not understand<br />My skin burnt with your hate and indifference<br />You'll always remain beautiful, different or not<br />I'm still the same broken living mass, my love<br />And I will forever treasure you in my safest cove....<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 18pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 18pt;">When I was pummeled with negativity and a big loss<br />You chose your epiphany, reneging that you'll stand by<br />My lips and limbs trembled, enough to shatter a star<br />You've introduced me to too much love, to let go and smile<br />I'm still the same broken living mass, my love<br />And I will forever treasure you in my safest cove.....<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 18pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 18pt;">When the time was ripe for us to flit through happiness<br />You chose to believe your thawed heat, abandoning faith<br />I went taciturn by a million leagues to bring you back<br />You are the only Oasis my births can ever hope to have<br />I'm still the same broken living mass, my love<br />And I will forever treasure you in my safest cove......<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 18pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 18pt;">Love, never think I stopped loving you, for there wasn't a moment<br />When I didn't try picking at the locks life had caged my heart into<br />I always was my happiest self when around you, together or not<br />You shone so bright that I was able to crawl back from the undead<br />I tried reaching for your heart, but you allowed only your back<br />Then, now and forever, I'll still be a broken living mass, my love<br />And I will forever treasure you in my safest cove,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 18pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 18pt;">Waiting for the moment when you let me reach your heart with alacrity..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 18pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: ; font-family: Gabriola;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;">~~</span></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: ; font-family: Gabriola;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;">Rohit</span></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 18pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #222222; font-family: Gabriola; font-size: 18pt;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-28413979197414253562016-02-02T07:08:00.000+05:302016-02-02T07:08:59.097+05:30Karmic Agony!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">Everytime I close my eyes<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">there's a picture in there.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">It lightens up me for a bit<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">and makes me feel capitulated.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">Who else could that be, but for..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">My taciturn moments which are forever<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">break their silence when a memory revives.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">My horrid, ashen face suddenly turns amenable <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">and listens to the heart's renditions of the past.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">Who else could do that to me, but for...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">&nbsp;<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSAGi2CSBh0/VrAHxnauHjI/AAAAAAAAEBw/70_X8NLtWxs/s1600/IMG_20150515_145019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSAGi2CSBh0/VrAHxnauHjI/AAAAAAAAEBw/70_X8NLtWxs/s320/IMG_20150515_145019.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At Hemis Monastery, Ladakh. May '15</td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: 'AR CENA'; font-size: 16pt;">Cloistered by the shut doors and heart</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">I writhe within, with those blistering fragments.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">Forever in a snit, a name brings me to life<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">and glues the million fragments together for a bit.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">Sifting through just one name, it could only be..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">My ruptured soul with punctured emotions<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">stays alive for a minute's interaction..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">I look at my debased image with a flushed face<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">and remain nonplussed, for this was the inevitable.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">None can have such control over me, but for YOU!</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">~~~</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 16.0pt;">RoHiT.... :-)</span></div></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-53449324667014079942015-12-01T07:05:00.001+05:302015-12-01T07:05:44.945+05:30A turned over leaf on the greener side of the grass!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">And thus the saga begins again! Or so I'd like to believe haha..<br /><div><br /></div><div>Some good hearted people who know me well and have stayed by me, &nbsp;know how much I love writing... Heck, I've sometimes considered myself the God of writing, thanks to endless-near-embarrassing praises and appreciation from some.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have had a hard time finding the courage and will to write something on this public medium. I've been writing every day... And every day it goes some place private. Some place only I can access.</div><div>I've never felt helpless in all my life, except the last 16 months. It's almost like I've been bound and gagged.. Though I'd all my free will, I just couldn't execute any of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>As with everything I love, I pursue. And so I will until I'm sent back to my own planet; my rightful home!</div><div>In all these years, this planet has become home too. I've begun turning human. As much as I appreciate every living being and still entity on this planet, I hate the human disadvantage. Some use it as an advantage, a weapon even! My perspective. My will!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I declare that nothing will rot behind the doors I'd closed myself behind. It's time for the stories to unfold. It's time for me and my pen to enter the foray; the land of fiction and fictitious friends!</div><div>I will write.. I will write about everything. My travels, my experiences, my imaginary friends and for the first time ever- I will write fiction to screw with your INNOCENT and NAIVE heads, for I love the very idea of mindless associations.</div><div><br /></div><div>With that, I must brag. Perhaps just a little now. A month before the last time I wrote on this blog, I was 92-95kgs heavy. I now am 72 *swag mode* \m/. All that running behind courage and will power did pay off hahaha \m/</div><div><br /></div><div>~</div><div>Peace</div><div>R.o.H.i.T... B-)</div></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-87712411265527446052015-07-30T07:13:00.000+05:302015-07-30T07:13:52.867+05:30The Grandest Deceit Ever!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Vacuously, he kept counting the beads on the string.<br />Starting back when he was done with the last one.<br />Skimming over the string, bead by bead<br />Hours or days? Time then went dead<br />He implored his dead heart for a tick tock may be<span class="text_exposed_show"><br />And all he could hear was an immobile claustrophobic organ.</span><br /><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /></span> <span class="text_exposed_show"><br /></span><br /><div class="text_exposed_show"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCR4OR0mPy4/Vbl9vm4dh7I/AAAAAAAADy0/0SiH8C3PwNY/s1600/PhotoGrid_1438218374567.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCR4OR0mPy4/Vbl9vm4dh7I/AAAAAAAADy0/0SiH8C3PwNY/s320/PhotoGrid_1438218374567.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br />She rolled the beads around her neck one by one.<br />Starting back when done with all of them.<br />Devoid of any conniption, like a newborn<br />Hours or days? Time then went racer mode.<br />She took to this new life with radiant alacrity, listening to her heart<br />And all she could hear was the flitting heart, making space for another kill.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eTLPYTrhMpw/Vbl9pg3ZW3I/AAAAAAAADyw/W-9jPW3lAJw/s1600/image100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eTLPYTrhMpw/Vbl9pg3ZW3I/AAAAAAAADyw/W-9jPW3lAJw/s320/image100.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Image From Magpie Tales for Mag280</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">~~</div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Rohit Iyer</div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">Had to be some coincidence that my only non-watch-wrist-accessory had to snap when writing this piece!</span><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;</span></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-33119613764532954032014-08-27T04:36:00.000+05:302014-08-27T04:36:13.087+05:30Pieces<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">If one's lucky... may be.. Just may be once in a few lifetimes, they'll hit the right chords... Strike that instant connection with someone... Those are all instant signs that these two pieces fit perfectly. One for the other.<div>Yet, by some so-called actions of fate and faith, these pieces just don't get to celebrate... One moves away, to snuggle with another piece.. That hug will just not be the same.. it will not fit perfectly. But, perfection is perceived differently. Some pieces perceive perfection in other pieces' colours, dimensions, the hands they were passed on from, the gloss, the bling, the friction they do not experience because they're not a snug fit.</div><div><br /></div><div>Either which ways, this apparent luck is broken in an instant. Who cares, right!!?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Well, at least one piece definitely does care. This time... This now... This luck and destiny(for those who believe in it) has been let gone of..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>-</div><div>Rohit</div></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-80282775818032369102014-07-30T20:31:00.002+05:302014-07-30T20:31:58.893+05:30Eternity's Paradoxical Cycle!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-xrRkQW01c/U9kGi6Lzf3I/AAAAAAAADpE/QR1eYRq6f78/s1600/20140126_070322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-xrRkQW01c/U9kGi6Lzf3I/AAAAAAAADpE/QR1eYRq6f78/s1600/20140126_070322.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You and I are each others' reflections..</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">You are all I care about, worry about and provide for on every new day..</span><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Inflict lesions on my hirsute surface as you may, yet I will ensure your life’s glabrous..</span><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-size: 9pt;">All the good and all the love&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px;">I've</span><span style="font-size: 9pt;">&nbsp;given through the&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px;">millennia</span><span style="font-size: 9pt;">&nbsp;have gone unnoticed..</span></span><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">In my quest to adjust and balance, I tremor, which makes you despise me..</span><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Life’s all about creation, destruction and recreation, said the creators once..</span><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Even through my destruction, I saved you and&nbsp;didn't&nbsp;shut doors, for I will always love..</span><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">When tables turned and you were destroyed, you cared less and chose to destroy through an epiphany..</span><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Destroyed the very bond we shared for eons by wiping out all traces of our relationship in a blink..</span><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">My love for you is forever. I may sometimes bring in a few earthquakes, high tides and eruptions..</span><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">After all, I'm made of life too. I am susceptible to emotions too. I break and I fix, only for you..</span><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">What we have,&nbsp;is felt in too many ways and coincidences which makes us one, not detrimental..</span><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">Mistakes happen one too many times, but neither can distance from the other because we're forever one..</span><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">I might let my core crumble, my skin boil with lava and might even destroy most things that mattered to me..</span><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">But I will protect you, for you are my life; I will wait till you change your mind and learn to love me, once again..</span><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-size: 11.818181991577148px;">~~</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #00b0f0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;">Rohit</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"> </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"><br /></span></div></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-90894880977859858682014-06-17T12:18:00.004+05:302014-06-17T12:18:51.891+05:30Bumble-bee's togetherness..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal">'It wasn't me!', the bee screamed. But it had committed it already.</div><div class="MsoNormal">'It wasn't you!', the flower answered... But it had snapped already...</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">These years, the promises and the wait will not go to waste..</div><div class="MsoNormal">Our union will happen now and in this life, not just the next ones..</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">The bee left its sting on the petal and it's damaged now..</div><div class="MsoNormal">The bee was confused and not itself when it happened.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">The mind is a powerful distractor and a powerful winner..</div><div class="MsoNormal">Let me fix you said the bee because we are destined to be..</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">With time and my love will come healing said the bee..</div><div class="MsoNormal">The petal, must give a chance, for their combination is wonderful..</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">With time, the petal will grow beautiful and the bee will hurt never again..</div><div class="MsoNormal">Never again will there be pain.. The two will sway and fly together..</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Meanwhile.....</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">His coffee turned cold. Her strawberry iced tea turned warm..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal">He wants to announce it to the world, but the time isn't right.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Abracadabra is not just magic. It is her happiness. That comes with me.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">The wand has been waved and the two have braved..</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now it is all back to normal, love has come again...</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">With faith and trust come everything good..</div><div class="MsoNormal">With sincerity and love comes everything happy :).</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">~</div><div class="MsoNormal">rohit</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-4924498656826695362014-06-09T09:49:00.005+05:302014-06-09T09:49:56.324+05:30The Crucible's End..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr">The clock ticks away...<br />The ground slips away..</div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">Days will turn into years..<br />Years will dry these tears..</div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">With insanity there is nothing to gain..<br />Learning to adjust will be the new sane..</div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">Memories will remain lodged like a shard..<br />Heart turns rogue with decisions so hard..</div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">Years of control and sacrifices like a crucible. .<br />They're nothing because the ties aren't sensible..</div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">When the saturation hits high the bubble turns into a bomb..</div><div dir="ltr">Killing every thing and sending the entity into a catacomb..</div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">The crucible can last long without magical and deadly combinations..</div><div dir="ltr">With cold and shock it becomes yet another casualty of &nbsp;insinuations..</div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5055/5439493601_6cf7c7998a_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5055/5439493601_6cf7c7998a_z.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Picture source:&nbsp;https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5055/5439493601_6cf7c7998a_z.jpg<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">~~</div><div dir="ltr">rohit</div></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-67156410781539132014-05-22T04:14:00.000+05:302014-05-22T04:34:36.992+05:30Exiling Forever..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Old Habits die hard. Indeed! They died hard and what replaced them shan't be killed.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Old memories die hard. Indeed! They died hard whilst proving they can't be billed.</span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Old relationships die hard. Indeed! They died whilst leaving tracks in a loop.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Old personalities die hard. Indeed! It died and what replaced it is a major coup!</span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">All said and done, such are some lives and such will be their journeys. One way or the other, all will perish. Some with a smile and some posthumously in exile....</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5VWFnvkbVY4/U30w6qvMWrI/AAAAAAAADXk/OddCMogCxfE/s1600/The+exit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5VWFnvkbVY4/U30w6qvMWrI/AAAAAAAADXk/OddCMogCxfE/s1600/The+exit.jpg" height="202" width="320" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-82377656342190328792014-05-05T06:07:00.000+05:302014-05-05T06:07:12.742+05:30Limbo..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Searching through the million galaxies he spent his time then.<div><div>Evading his every move, successful she was ten out of ten.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>He tried the worm holes and he tried the time warp.</div><div>Greater was her will to ignore and resolve was sharp.</div><div><br /></div><div>Spending every bit of his open eyed life in pursuit of his slipping life,</div><div>He kept chasing not knowing that towards him was coming a knife.</div><div><br /></div><div>A strong adherent of his suicidal decisions that he was,</div><div>He gnawed at his helplessness but challenged the celestials.</div><div><br /></div><div>The world silently wished that he'd just give up that instant,</div><div>Instead of disposing him into the trash with an adjuvant.</div><div><br /></div><div>Even in limbo he tried to escape and get back in pursuit,</div><div>But the limbo gets better with time, it made him forever sit.</div><div><br /></div><div>His identity and memories wiped out; his emotions wiped clean.</div><div>Now a wraith, he's got nothing familiar, except for the gene.</div></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-75520729952298385082014-03-04T12:03:00.000+05:302014-03-04T12:03:12.394+05:30Trek 1- The Lost Map.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoNormalTable" style="border-collapse: collapse; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 125px;"> <tbody><tr style="height: 15.0pt; mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0;"> <td nowrap="" style="border: solid windowtext 1.0pt; height: 15.0pt; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 48.0pt;" valign="bottom" width="64"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b>Trek 1<o:p></o:p></b></div></td> <td nowrap="" style="border-left: none; border: solid windowtext 1.0pt; height: 15.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 46.0pt;" valign="bottom" width="61"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><b>Trek 2<o:p></o:p></b></div></td> </tr><tr style="height: 15.0pt; mso-yfti-irow: 1;"> <td nowrap="" style="border-top: none; border: solid windowtext 1.0pt; height: 15.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 48.0pt;" valign="bottom" width="64"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Zia<o:p></o:p></div></td> <td nowrap="" style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-top: none; height: 15.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 46.0pt;" valign="bottom" width="61"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Zia<o:p></o:p></div></td> </tr><tr style="height: 15.0pt; mso-yfti-irow: 2;"> <td nowrap="" style="border-top: none; border: solid windowtext 1.0pt; height: 15.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 48.0pt;" valign="bottom" width="64"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Prashant<o:p></o:p></div></td> <td nowrap="" style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-top: none; height: 15.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 46.0pt;" valign="bottom" width="61"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Prashant<o:p></o:p></div></td> </tr><tr style="height: 15.0pt; mso-yfti-irow: 3;"> <td nowrap="" style="border-top: none; border: solid windowtext 1.0pt; height: 15.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 48.0pt;" valign="bottom" width="64"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Chandra<o:p></o:p></div></td> <td nowrap="" style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-top: none; height: 15.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 46.0pt;" valign="bottom" width="61"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">VJ Karan<o:p></o:p></div></td> </tr><tr style="height: 15.0pt; mso-yfti-irow: 4;"> <td nowrap="" style="border-top: none; border: solid windowtext 1.0pt; height: 15.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 48.0pt;" valign="bottom" width="64"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">VJ Karan<o:p></o:p></div></td> <td nowrap="" style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-top: none; height: 15.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 46.0pt;" valign="bottom" width="61"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Raghu <o:p></o:p></div></td> </tr><tr style="height: 15.0pt; mso-yfti-irow: 5;"> <td nowrap="" style="border-top: none; border: solid windowtext 1.0pt; height: 15.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 48.0pt;" valign="bottom" width="64"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Rohit<o:p></o:p></div></td> <td nowrap="" style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-top: none; height: 15.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 46.0pt;" valign="bottom" width="61"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Mahesh<o:p></o:p></div></td> </tr><tr style="height: 15.0pt; mso-yfti-irow: 6;"> <td nowrap="" style="border-top: none; border: solid windowtext 1.0pt; height: 15.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 48.0pt;" valign="bottom" width="64"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div></td> <td nowrap="" style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-top: none; height: 15.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 46.0pt;" valign="bottom" width="61"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Pramod<o:p></o:p></div></td> </tr><tr style="height: 15.0pt; mso-yfti-irow: 7; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"> <td nowrap="" style="border-top: none; border: solid windowtext 1.0pt; height: 15.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 48.0pt;" valign="bottom" width="64"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div></td> <td nowrap="" style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left: none; border-right: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-top: none; height: 15.0pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-border-right-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 46.0pt;" valign="bottom" width="61"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">Rohit<o:p></o:p></div></td> </tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="left" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoTableGrid" style="border-collapse: collapse; border: none; margin-left: 6.75pt; margin-right: 6.75pt; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-table-anchor-horizontal: margin; mso-table-anchor-vertical: paragraph; mso-table-left: left; mso-table-lspace: 9.0pt; mso-table-rspace: 9.0pt; mso-table-top: -2.0pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 471px;"> <tbody><tr style="height: 4.3pt; mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"> <td style="border: solid #5B9BD5 1.5pt; height: 4.3pt; mso-border-themecolor: accent1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 353.45pt;" valign="top" width="471"> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0070c0;">“Like jilted nomads, they walked across mountains and hills, got themselves stranded in that world unknown and crossed rivers till there was no more sweat to wipe off their brows….”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div></td> </tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">The inception of this trip happened when we decided we’d trek farther than we ever have, in the ever so beautiful and enchanting Nallamalla forest in Srisailam.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Zia, Prashant and myself during our usual weekend meetups, discussed what more we could extract out of Srisailam, to make our next trek memorable.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">A Bacardi Black-currant Breezer was served. In unison we struck our bottles and exclaimed ‘cheers!’ It was just the thing to kick-start our flow of smart juices. We had trekked until Akkamahadevi already once and it was a great experience and each of us got to take back something special from there.&nbsp; We knew there was a place called “Kadalivanam” which is a place of pilgrimage, but isn't active throughout the year. We decided we should be able to get to Kadalivanam in a day’s trek.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">With the initial plan done, we were yet to decide on a date to set off on the trek. Zia, in the meanwhile decided to scout the place on his own and left for the destination, with his camera, tripod and a basic survival kit.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">He completed the Akkamahadevi trek, boarded a Coracle (<b><i>theppa or putti </i></b>in Telugu)<b> </b>from this side of the bank to the other side, so he could halt at the Ashram for a few minutes and leave for Kadalivanam. All this was amid strife resistance from people he’d met on the way, asking him not to do this on his own. He followed his instincts and reached the Ashram. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">To keep this short and to continue with the real deal, I’m going to cut-short further details without detailed description---<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Zia was asked not to continue till Kadalivanam at the Ashram as well. He carried on and later returned after walking for a while, since he had to get back to Hyderabad and work on Monday.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><table align="left" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoTableGrid" style="border-collapse: collapse; border: none; margin-left: 6.75pt; margin-right: 6.75pt; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-table-anchor-horizontal: margin; mso-table-anchor-vertical: paragraph; mso-table-left: left; mso-table-lspace: 9.0pt; mso-table-rspace: 9.0pt; mso-table-top: -2.0pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 443px;"> <tbody><tr style="height: 7.15pt; mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"> <td style="border: solid #5B9BD5 1.5pt; height: 7.15pt; mso-border-themecolor: accent1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 332.5pt;" valign="top" width="443"> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0070c0;">“One man’s unstoppable approach may seem foolhardy to one and justified to another….”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br /></div></td> </tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><u><br /></u></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><u><br /></u></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><u><br /></u></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u>The Real Deal<o:p></o:p></u></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">We decided we’d leave the coming weekend itself. The final group after exchanging multiple emails was zeroed in to be Zia, Prashant, Chandra and myself. We had planned to leave at 12PM on Friday so as to reach the destination in time.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">We left on time and reached Mehdipatnam to drink tea. It was then that VJ Karan called us and told us he’d join us too. Saying NO was never going to be an option but we were apprehensive because it would delay us even more. He stays about 25 kms from where we were and that-coupled with Hyderabadi traffic is enough to get one thinking about time.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">We unanimously decided that we’d wait for VJ and would leave with him. It was then that we decided to re-stock our Medical kit and re-think about other essentials for the trek. I went and re-stocked the medical kit while Chandra bought a Tarpaulin sheet, about 15’x12’. It was his brilliant idea and you will later know why I call that move a brilliant one.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Chai after Chai and cigarettes after cigarettes, we whiled away our time until VJ came to Mehdipatnam. He reached at around 1:40 PM and we left without waiting. We hit the Outer Ring Road (ORR) and Zia claimed this territory to be his own, like he knew it at the back of his head. He missed the left we had to take, in spite of me asking him to take that left. That, along with VJ’s delay triggered a series of events which would decide the course of the next 20 hours.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="left" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoTableGrid" style="border-collapse: collapse; border: none; margin-left: 6.75pt; margin-right: 6.75pt; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-table-anchor-horizontal: margin; mso-table-anchor-vertical: paragraph; mso-table-left: left; mso-table-lspace: 9.0pt; mso-table-rspace: 9.0pt; mso-table-top: -2.0pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 451px;"> <tbody><tr style="height: 34.65pt; mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"> <td style="border: solid #5B9BD5 1.5pt; height: 34.65pt; mso-border-themecolor: accent1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 338.5pt;" valign="top" width="451"> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0070c0;">“There are always 2 roads one can take. One’s a shorter, easier one while the other one is a longer, harder and a more fruitful one…..”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div></td> </tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">We were driving towards further delay on the ORR, to find a gap in the median so we could get back on track. We drove 11 kms away from Srisailam much before we left Hyderabad’s boundaries, which would mean 11 kms again on the right path to reach Srisailam- a total of 22kms at least. Well, that would prove to be the least of our worries, soon. Anyhow, we hit the right path and we made sure we stopped nowhere. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">We covered distance and time very well and reached Vatavarlapalli at 5:45 PM. Vatavarlapalli is where one can find the famed Mallelatheertham falls. A sight like none other, with tall trees mimicking a canopy and the stream dropping into an almost perfect circular pond, not before caressing the jagged slate stone monolithic cliff.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">However, this wasn't our destination. We parked the Beast at a Dhaba and ordered 20 rotis, 5 burjis(scrambled eggs) and stocked ourselves with 2 litres of water each. Oh and did I miss introducing the Beast? The Beast is Zia’s Mahindra Quanto- an integral part of our recent escapades.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">While food was getting ready, the locals began throwing questions at us and we told them we’re going to Akkamahadevi. Every single one of those locals asked us not to go, because there were many cases of Bear attacks reported in the recent past. Secondly, they asked us to postpone it for later because the weather mascot predicted Thunder showers for the next 72 hours in that area. We faced some resistance and uncertainty internally as well, with Prashant and Chandra voting for a post-pone while Zia and VJ were ok with either. I pushed them into this and proved myself the tougher one, only to realise something else later on…….<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nkPQv51qM_Y/UxVuwLh48GI/AAAAAAAADTw/vOLaSdgbn0I/s1600/DSCN8688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nkPQv51qM_Y/UxVuwLh48GI/AAAAAAAADTw/vOLaSdgbn0I/s1600/DSCN8688.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The light looks good. Watch out guys, not for long!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">To our luck, a bus stopped by without us having to wait for long. We rushed into it and bought a ticket to Domalapenta. After spending 30 minutes standing in the super-fast bus, we got down mid-way at the Akkamahadevi trek start-point. <o:p></o:p></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-982TYHwDdWc/UxU_nml2B0I/AAAAAAAADQc/479VWwBEsNY/s1600/Trek+Route.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-982TYHwDdWc/UxU_nml2B0I/AAAAAAAADQc/479VWwBEsNY/s1600/Trek+Route.JPG" height="312" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Trek Route. The blue dots show the Akkamahadevi trek. White dots show the Kadalivanam Trek.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Time check-</b> 6:50 PM. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Light check-</b>Decent. Should last for 40 odd minutes more at least, we thought.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Distance to cover-</b>7 kms.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Gear check-</b> All good.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Boot check-</b> Laces tethered properly.<o:p></o:p></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1QQJsAVdbU/UxVAHaP8tRI/AAAAAAAADQk/Huzzbw9jjKI/s1600/IMG_0595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1QQJsAVdbU/UxVAHaP8tRI/AAAAAAAADQk/Huzzbw9jjKI/s1600/IMG_0595.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So the trek begins!<br />F-B: Chandra, Zia, Vijay Karan and Prashant.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">We began walking briskly and maintained a surprising measure of concentration without diverting ourselves, since we had to reach Akkamahadevi before nightfall. The terrain was lusher than it was when we explored it 2 years ago. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I was leading with either Prashant or Zia walking last, to keep the unit together. We crossed the half-way point&nbsp;in about 20 minutes, which meant we covered over 3.5 kms. Pretty decent pace to maintain with dwindling light and the terrain riddled with rocks, pebbles and bushes.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">At about <b>7:10 PM</b>, it went dark all of a sudden and I kept walking along the trail with everyone following closely. We hadn't spoken all this while, which actually was a quite a feat in itself. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Time check: 7:20 PM</b>and we’re doing pretty fine. The trail was getting harder to spot because twilight was soon approaching. Yet, we walked on.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>7:30 PM:</b> Boom! I turned around and asked everyone to stop. The trail suddenly went missing. We couldn't identify where we were. We backtracked and we got lost even more. And all of a sudden, there was darkness everywhere. We could see nothing. We had no clue where we were setting our feet.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I looked up the compass and I knew we had to go South East, to reach Akkamahadevi. But without a trail, we’d be putting ourselves in great danger. We were in the middle of the core part of the forest.. And Lost!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The grass in that area was well over 3 feet in height. Everything told me it was perfect Tiger territory. &nbsp;It wasn't the time to worry or get tensed about the situation, because no matter what we’d do, there were more chances of putting ourselves into trouble in pursuit of getting either back to where were started from, or reaching the destination. It was then that we decided that we’d setup camp. We walked cautiously for a few minutes and found an open spot devoid of grass and foliage. That was the perfect spot to setup camp. Having found the spot, we thought we’d try our luck with finding the trek trail one last time. We turned back 180 degrees and walked for about 30-40 seconds. When we found nothing, we turned 180 degrees again and walked back to the open spot. We walked for over a minute and couldn't find the open spot we decided to camp in. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Such is nature. You let yourself wander for a bit and you will later realise you are lost. We spotted another piece of open spot with a couple of trees around it. We wasted no time and began setting up fire. Finding dry wood and grass was more than just a challenge, because of the torrential rains throughout the week. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="left" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoTableGrid" style="border-collapse: collapse; border: none; margin-left: 6.75pt; margin-right: 6.75pt; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-table-anchor-horizontal: margin; mso-table-anchor-vertical: paragraph; mso-table-left: left; mso-table-lspace: 9.0pt; mso-table-rspace: 9.0pt; mso-table-top: -2.0pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 443px;"> <tbody><tr style="height: 29.1pt; mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"> <td style="border: solid #5B9BD5 1.5pt; height: 29.1pt; mso-border-themecolor: accent1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 332.5pt;" valign="top" width="443"> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0070c0;">“When your instincts push you to protect yourself and those around you in such times, it's almost like 10 Men of Steel make their way into you and you then end up doing unimaginable things!!”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div></td> </tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">We snapped a young, dying, dry tree and used it for firewood. I passed my sorries to the tree, for I would never have done this unless we definitely needed it for survival. We couldn't believe our eyes that we were technically lost for only 30 minutes. Yet, it felt like we were lost for over an hour. Time was passing at its slowest possible pace.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Time check- </b>8:00 PM.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Weather Check- </b>Very Cloudy.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Light check- </b>Super Dark.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Gear Check- </b>Still all good.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Boot Check- </b>Tethered securely.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Health Check- </b>Everyone’s fine<b>.<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Distance to cover-</b>Not more than 4 kms.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">We struck a conversation about how we could have avoided this situation if VJ had come along with us without delaying and if Zia didn't sway off track initially. We also spoke about how good the decision of postponing this trek for the next day would have been. All said and done, we finally stuck as a unit and decided to enjoy this unplanned adventure. We were all hungry, for we started with empty stomachs. All we had was the Tea wiggling and lashing at our stomach walls.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>9:30 PM:</b> Tip tap, tip tap; heavy drops of water began falling on our heads and smothered the fire. The wood gave out a ghastly hiss. We had to setup tent—and NOW! Right next to us was an arched dry shrub. We quickly undid the Tarpaulin sheet and hauled it across the shrub. With a Victorinox Swiss Pocket Knife, we fastened the sheet to the shrub and the other side of it to heavy, yet not so heavy rocks. And Lo! We had a decent tent to take shelter in! The need of the hour and perfect team work presented to us the most beautiful tent we’d ever seen. It was done in 15 minutes. &nbsp;We now had a make-shift tent, thanks to Chandra’s instinctive brilliance(<i>Remember the brilliant idea I was hinting at, previously?</i>)!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">With clockwork like precision, Chandra, VJ and me began picking up burning splinters from the open spot and dumped them into one open side of the tent. We needed it. Fire is essential. It is life. It often, is hope when in the wild. We seated ourselves inside the tent and the drizzle got heavier until it turned into heavy, relentless rain. In seconds, the fire went poof and we were sitting inside the tent, in complete darkness. We had shelter, but we weren't safe. Zia and me went out and collected fallen branches. We reinforced the tent from the outside. We setup a perimeter so no animal could enter easily. We had only one open side now, technically…..<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>11:00 PM:</b>&nbsp; We had by this time grown tired of the merciless downpour and were busy scanning the perimeter for any movement. The light’s focus from the torch was strong and it went out as a straight beam. So concentrated that nothing next to the circular light spot could be seen, but everything within was crystal clear! The 5 of us thought time couldn't have passed any slower in any part of the universe that day.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">We had greater problems to face. Our stomachs were growling and snarling with hunger. Something had to be dumped into them to shut them up. We had 20 awesome rotis and 5 wonderful egg burjis. Awesome and Wonderful, because they could have been our last meals and because they were all we had in terms of solid food. We had Glucose and biscuits but they wouldn't serve the purpose.&nbsp;We were more than just apprehensive about opening them and eating them, because the smell was strong and we didn't want to attract wild animals and add an unnecessary element to our accidental adventure. We decided we'd fast through the night. Water and cigarettes. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>11:30 PM:</b> The rain showed no plans of stopping for the next few hours. The skies were the darkest and the forest was at its quietest. Just when we thought it’ll all be quiet, Prashant, Chandra, Zia and VJ stacked their heads on each other to concentrate on something that was approaching towards us. I was least bothered, because the animal sound didn't feel threatening. They began scanning the immediate area for it. Found nothing. This went on for a good 5 minutes before the sound stopped. &nbsp;Whatever that creature was, was very close to us and we could hear sounds every now and then.&nbsp; Our curiosity got the better of us and we finally identified the creature. It was a Frog. A medium sized one. Not even a Bull Frog!!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">We had a laugh and that helped with whiling the time away.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="left" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoTableGrid" style="border-collapse: collapse; border: none; margin-left: 6.75pt; margin-right: 6.75pt; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-table-anchor-horizontal: margin; mso-table-anchor-vertical: paragraph; mso-table-left: left; mso-table-lspace: 9.0pt; mso-table-rspace: 9.0pt; mso-table-top: -2.0pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 498px;"> <tbody><tr style="height: 12.45pt; mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"> <td style="border: solid #5B9BD5 1.5pt; height: 12.45pt; mso-border-themecolor: accent1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 373.7pt;" valign="top" width="498"> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0070c0;">“Nature’s full of surprises with every step we take. One’s preconceived notion determines whether the result is a surprise or a shock!”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div></td> </tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>12:30 AM:</b> The downpour was still heavy and hadn't stopped for a minute. The five of us had usual boy talks and I suddenly realised our pants were getting wet. Quite a timing to for that to happen, I thought! I stood up and noticed that the ground beneath our asses was soggy and murky. In no time, the murky mud turned into a pool and we all had to stand up. We were so strategically screwed! So many events happening at quick intervals ever since we left from Hyderabad? Something surely was amiss. We stood for about half an hour and our hungry and tired bodies sent a clear message to our thankless souls- “Are you going to let me sit… Or Not?”<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5S0oscXfvJI/UxVCcrEj9sI/AAAAAAAADQw/TIxoRRnYZSE/s1600/IMG_0605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5S0oscXfvJI/UxVCcrEj9sI/AAAAAAAADQw/TIxoRRnYZSE/s1600/IMG_0605.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clicking this picture was a feat in itself, considering the downpour. Good job, Chandra!</td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8iXNPO82psM/UxVCcwLKFaI/AAAAAAAADQ0/jIwoM38l-rM/s1600/IMG_0608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8iXNPO82psM/UxVCcwLKFaI/AAAAAAAADQ0/jIwoM38l-rM/s1600/IMG_0608.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">L-R: Prashant, Vijay Karan, Zia, Rohit</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">All of us braved out into the open while it was still raining and picked up decently sized rocks to throne ourselves on. It felt like this was our only <b>as(s)</b>piration, <b>ass</b> if our <b>ass</b>es and thighs would disintegrate if we didn't find a place to sit. Was it going to be that easy? Really? The rain got heavier and the pool of water got higher. The rock was of no help to me and Chandra. We were back to standing and crouching. I think the pain gave up at some point of time and hunger was the next big thing. We decided we’d open a few biscuit packets and munch on them. Finally! Our stomachs had something better to concentrate on and stop bothering us. Chandra and I decided to sit on our thrones nevertheless, even if it meant our calves and shoes would go wet. Since none of us had proper sleep for the last 24 hours, thanks to the odd timings we all work in, we needed to switch our bodies off for at least a couple of hours.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>1:30 AM:</b> Two people would get a shut eye for an hour or more while the three zombies would keep vigil and scan the perimeter, we decided. Prashant and Chandra went first and the night progressed without surprises and the rain showed signs of decreasing as well. VJ Karan switched off sometime after the half hour mark too. Zia and I were talking about how much we yearned for an adventure and now, it has presented itself to us. We couldn’t have asked for any better we thought. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>2:00 AM:</b> People got back to taking rest and at some point of time, even Zia, along with Prashant, Chandra and VJ took a nap. Since the night was still and the rains considerably reduced danger from wild animals, I didn’t bother waking him up. I scanned the perimeter continuously and I at some point of time was lost in thoughts.</div><div class="MsoNormal">What followed was something one would only expect from a movie, especially Thrillers or Horrors.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Snap! The sound shocked us and sent chills through our spines. Time froze all of a sudden and I saw water splash on our bags and a little of it on Prashant. It was almost as if everything happened super-fast and at a super slow pace, like bullet time (Gamers will be able to relate with this). Such was the paradox. I’m pretty sure the transition to what happened next would not have been more than a second or two. The tip of the main blade from the unfolded and locked Victorinox Pocket Knife was at less than an inch away from my <i>Family Jewels! </i>&nbsp;I froze in shock and saw an equally if not more shocked Zia holding the blade, startled by what had just happened. I very cautiously asked Zia to withdraw the knife and fold it back, before something else happens and he thrusts the blade forward! There was a dead-calm; we took a breather and then broke into laughter at what happened and the reason for it!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>So what really happened?</i></b> -- The wind and pockets of water on the tent forced the supporting rod to fall off position. The dead calm of the rainy forest night doubled our shock. We now had a great problem at hand. We had to pee. It was still raining and was incredibly dark, so much that we couldn't see anything without the torch. One by one, we took turns and the torch had to be aimed at the forest floor, from between the legs. We passed the ordeal and relieved ourselves of the growing pressure.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="left" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoTableGrid" style="border-collapse: collapse; border: none; margin-left: 6.75pt; margin-right: 6.75pt; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-table-anchor-horizontal: margin; mso-table-anchor-vertical: paragraph; mso-table-left: left; mso-table-lspace: 9.0pt; mso-table-rspace: 9.0pt; mso-table-top: -2.0pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 488px;"> <tbody><tr style="height: 4.75pt; mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"> <td style="border: solid #5B9BD5 1.5pt; height: 4.75pt; mso-border-themecolor: accent1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 366.15pt;" valign="top" width="488"> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0070c0;">“Many a times, a satisfying leak can bring more happiness and peace to the soul than a first kiss, driving a fast vehicle and bagging a great job, all put together!”</span><o:p></o:p></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><br /></div></td> </tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Time went by pretty quickly after that and the intense rain that it was, now was no more than a drizzle. But the damage was already done- the forest floor would be wet, the grass would be slippery and we had to be cautious when stepping on rocks and stones, especially during the descent we thought. The forest decided to throw us another surprise, if the previous one wasn't enough to keep us alert and awake. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">We heard a bark, very different from a dog’s, but a bark it was. From the sound, we could guess the direction and it was very close to our posh tarpaulin villa! The frequency of the sound increased and we grew restless because dogs can be the most irritating and torturing animals in the jungle. They travel in packs. After much searching and concentrating on the source of the sound, we found him! He was right outside the perimeter we had built, right outside the tent, about 3-4 feet from us. The fucker was small. Very small. He was a frog! That, right there, was a major facepalm moment and we cursed our stars to have given us more than we wanted, while thanking the same stars in a parallel universe for adding entries after entries to our adventure!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>This is an important mention-</i></b> We did video logs regularly during the trip and we did one while building the tent, after we seated ourselves on rocks when the floor got murky and now as well. The four of them very coolly took my name as the instigator. These nasty fellas didn't spare a thought about outcomes should anything have gone bad. I would have been blamed, because of their outrageous allegations!&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal">We added our views and documented our experience and also at some point, thought it would make a good addition to the <b><i>Found-Footage </i></b>genre of films, should anything happen to all of us! The turn of events forced our stomachs into growling uncontrollably and we decided we should eat some biscuits. We deserved at least that, if not those heavenly rotis and egg burjis. That was our grub and surprisingly none of us complained about it!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>3:00 AM:</b> I decided to get a shut eye as well and I dozed off within seconds. I could hear the 4 of them talking every now and then between pure silence. The perimeter scan was still ON and every person awake was active, whilst only wishing for a faster daybreak.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>4:30 AM: </b>&nbsp;I woke up and it was still dark. The blackest of darks. It had stopped raining and we were all awake now. We were waiting for sunrise so the next 3-4 kilometres can be covered within an hour at the most. What was surprising and worth mentioning is that none of us were low on morale. The last 8 hours gave us more happiness and peace than we could have expected. We always wanted something like this and time decided to surprise us when we’d least expect one. We spoke a lot and soon saw signs of daybreak in about an hour.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>5:30 AM: </b>Sunrise!! The thick jungle meant that we’d have to wait for a few more minutes before it would be bright enough for us to start packing and continue with our trek. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">This is where nature’s amazing! The actual transition from pitch dark to twilight to pleasant and decent day light was between 20-30 minutes. The Sun rises and sets faster than we imagine, it’s one place at an instant and at another place with a good variation in degree in a matter of minutes.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">We quickly got out and surveyed the area. The foliage was the greenest of the greens and the freshest one could ever find. The rain had transformed the terrain completely. There were puddles of water everywhere and it was wet everywhere, which goes without a question. We took a couple of pictures of ourselves inside the tent and the surroundings, while the camera on the tripod was still recording everything. We quickly undid the tent, cleaned the place, collected everything inorganic and dumped it into our waste bag to make sure the forest was clear of waste. Right next to our tent were animal footprints. It was difficult to guess what animal’s it could have been. The rain had washed it away. It was a decent size, about 3 inches wide. Could have been a Dog, a Deer, a Bear, a Tiger, could have been anything. Because we couldn't tell which animal it was, I’d rather call it footprint rather than call it a claw mark, pug mark or a hoof print.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HnnPcNkk3QU/UxVCdQCScqI/AAAAAAAADRE/c_qrC_IEP2E/s1600/IMG_0621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HnnPcNkk3QU/UxVCdQCScqI/AAAAAAAADRE/c_qrC_IEP2E/s1600/IMG_0621.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Picture of our tent just before proper daylight.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJ5Tj69YDWA/UxVF3Lz_B7I/AAAAAAAADRM/fBDFr5TgzoA/s1600/DSC01877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJ5Tj69YDWA/UxVF3Lz_B7I/AAAAAAAADRM/fBDFr5TgzoA/s1600/DSC01877.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">L-R: Prashant, VJ, Zia &amp; Chandra</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">We were now equipped with renewed confidence, now that we had light on our side. We had been through this part of the jungle already in the past and we knew which direction the destination was! Child’s play we thought! Child’s play indeed!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Time check- </b>5:40 AM.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Weather Check- </b>Slightly Cloudy.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Light check- </b>Bright and awesome<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Gear Check- </b>Still all good.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Boot Check- </b>Tethered securely.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Health Check- </b>Everyone’s hungry, yet fine<b>.<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Distance to cover-</b>Not more than 4 kms.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">We began walking South-East towards Akkamahadevi while appreciating the flora and the terrain. It was beyond beautiful. Every tree, plant, leaf, flower, web and even rocks looked young, energised and fresh! We had been walking for over 20 minutes and we couldn’t find the trail we wandered off the previous evening. After a quick discussion, we decided we’d cut through the forest without wasting any more time and head South-East and reach the cliff. Cutting through the forest would mean we’d probably cut down on distance when compared to the curving original trail.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Anyhow, we walked without wasting time and we came across Sambar scats very regularly and we hoped to catch a glimpse of the animal in the wild as well.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">We had been walking for a little over 20 minutes and over 4 kilometres surely on a declining terrain, but there was no trace of the cliff whatsoever. We could only see the thick jungle, riddled with stones, rocks, medium sized trees and all kinds of grass in every direction. We re-checked our direction and we were South-Eastwardly bound.&nbsp; We continued walking and this went on for about an hour longer- Still no trace of the cliff or the river. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Over-confidence definitely consumed us and we realized we were lost and we probably drifted into the wider side of the mountain top. We knew the distance towards the cliff could not be too much and we re-estimated and calculated the path we should take. We decided we’d continue walking SE and we did. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uuf3IYfiUMo/UxVGmgkF-KI/AAAAAAAADRU/zsWb5zQcsz4/s1600/IMG_0645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uuf3IYfiUMo/UxVGmgkF-KI/AAAAAAAADRU/zsWb5zQcsz4/s1600/IMG_0645.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wet, Lush Green terrain with a decent decline.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>6:20 AM:</b> The walk was getting difficult. Each step had to be taken with care, thanks to the rain. The terrain hardly was flat anywhere and was riddled with rocks and stones. Every step of ours either had to be placed on the curvy shiny slippery stones or the grass between the stones. Grass was slippery too and to avoid surprises from our reptilian friends, rocks and stones won the best choice award. Prashant was leading with Chandra and VJ following him. Either Zia or I were trailing behind. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Still no sign of the cliff or the river……. Lost, we were….<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>6:50 AM:&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal">Prashant suddenly froze in his tracks and almost looked like a statue with his arms spread out wide. We were puzzled and that was a funny moment as well. As we neared, we saw a huge, intricate network of webs like one would find in a stereotypical horror flick. My first guess, from the density of the webs was that it’s a Wooden Spider’s lair. We got closer and Prashant was inches away from the web and the beautiful creature was right there at the centre, basking in the jungle’s serenity. It resembled the Wooden Spider, but it wasn’t that. It was palm sized alright, but bulky and round, unlike the palm sized, but long Wooden Spider. Probably the Wooden Spider’s cousin we thought. The shutterbugs in us clicked a few pictures of it and we continued with the walk. Later research told me that this was a Wasp Spider.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQMyj9kOOPg/UxVII-2SBPI/AAAAAAAADRg/rA5PMMqvypU/s1600/DSC01902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQMyj9kOOPg/UxVII-2SBPI/AAAAAAAADRg/rA5PMMqvypU/s1600/DSC01902.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Female Wasp Spider in all her glory :)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ8juPFtOKg/UxVIJRiv8wI/AAAAAAAADRk/1BlU3cqysWM/s1600/DSC01903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZ8juPFtOKg/UxVIJRiv8wI/AAAAAAAADRk/1BlU3cqysWM/s1600/DSC01903.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So the Snails decided to mate!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Almost as if a déjà vu, Prashant froze in his tracks, again with his arms spread out wide, but this time he exclaimed “Cliff!!.” We were happy beyond measure. The point looked very different from the one we were supposed to reach, but a cliff’s a cliff and we should be able to scale down and reach Akkamahadevi, we thought.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Shock and Surprise was what this trip had in store for us and this time was going to be no different. When we got to the edge, there was no sign of the river nor could we understand where we were. We definitely strayed away from our path by a great deal. The point was breathtakingly beautiful and we thought we’d take a couple of selfies(Self-clicks) and group pics. We gathered our composure and then surveyed the landscape. We decided that we’ll need to move left, alongside the cliff, so we don’t lose it again. This conclusion was based on the below points:<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"></div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -18pt;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="text-indent: -18pt;">The river extends to never ending lengths on the left, but ends on the right side, when seen from Akkamahadevi.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -18pt;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="text-indent: -18pt;">We probably were closer to the Crocodile harvest point, than we were to Akkamahadevi, since the River seemed to turn to its left right under or much beyond the mountain.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -18pt;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="text-indent: -18pt;">The terrain opposite Akkamahadevi is not that heavy. There are a couple of island like parts and there’s water. There were only mountains where we were and this suggested we drifted right.</span></li></ul><!--[if !supportLists]--><o:p></o:p><br /> <div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ld89XVtnFkA/UxVJWAHxmgI/AAAAAAAADR0/zxK1sLXFtVw/s1600/IMG_0662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ld89XVtnFkA/UxVJWAHxmgI/AAAAAAAADR0/zxK1sLXFtVw/s1600/IMG_0662.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The magnificent view from The Edge!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">A hungry, tired and a lost animal is of no good and humans are even worthless! So, we decided to unpack the food from our bags and hog on them. First, the Rotis came out, soon followed by the scrambled eggs. Boy! They, to me looked like the best meal I could ever have in my life! The scrambled eggs were soggy. The water and oil in them floated and the scrambled eggs sank down. There was no place for royalty or choices. This, was going to translate into our energy for the rest of the trip and we had to drive it down our food pipes. Surprisingly, it didn't taste as odd as it looked. People like me can eat anything without complaints when needed and this scored a good 7/10, in my opinion! <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">With renewed spirits and energy, we resumed the trek. In about 45 minutes, we arrived at a decline and the next mountain had a flat faced cliff! Wow, this was just what the doctor ordered! We had 2 options ahead of us:<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->1.<span style="font-size: 7pt;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><!--[endif]-->To take an immediate left on this mountain, take a right where the decline ends and then climb up the next mountain on a steep incline, which would range around 3-4kms of strenuous walking.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->2.<span style="font-size: 7pt;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><!--[endif]-->Get down this mountain’s decline and scale the flat face, up the next mountain to reach its peak. This would mean, less than 1km, but a very very risky option, considering the kind of ordeal we were put through.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="left" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoTableGrid" style="border-collapse: collapse; border: none; margin-left: 6.75pt; margin-right: 6.75pt; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-table-anchor-horizontal: margin; mso-table-anchor-vertical: paragraph; mso-table-left: left; mso-table-lspace: 9.0pt; mso-table-rspace: 9.0pt; mso-table-top: -2.0pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 525px;"> <tbody><tr style="height: 25.65pt; mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"> <td style="border: solid #5B9BD5 1.5pt; height: 25.65pt; mso-border-themecolor: accent1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 393.9pt;" valign="top" width="525"> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0070c0;">“The choices you make in your present will set in motion, the turn of events in the future. It will decide if you’ve to only spar with your opponent or lance through his heart”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div></td> </tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><br /></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Time check- </b>8:40 AM.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Weather Check- </b>Slightly Cloudy.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Light check- </b>Bright, a little humid but still awesome<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Gear Check- </b>Still all good.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Boot Check- </b>Sore feet tethered securely.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Health Check- </b>Hunger satiated. Muscles weakening. Possible Dehydration<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Distance to cover-</b>No guessing now, especially after all the turn of events!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">We couldn't risk walking any further. We had already been walking for over 25 kilometers on harsh terrain with sore feet. Our shoes hadn't been taken off for 24 hours! So we chose option 2. We decided we’d take the shorter-harder route. The decline was fun, but to scale the next mountain was quite a task. Most of us were tested beyond our limits and my thighs were at the brink of giving up!<o:p></o:p></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grwwMLveHFg/UxVKgd1RzsI/AAAAAAAADSI/eKq8pPBN_6c/s1600/DSC01905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grwwMLveHFg/UxVKgd1RzsI/AAAAAAAADSI/eKq8pPBN_6c/s1600/DSC01905.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Relief!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal">Somehow, we made it to the top of the mountain safely. Almost as if my limbs were cut-off, I felt a sharp surge through my thigh! I knew it was a cramp right that instant. I naturally sweat twice as much as a normal person and this took a toll on me. The dehydration forced a cramp. Lucky for us and our tired muscles, we had enough water to replenish our systems with! Two such stops and we were running on empty bottles. By now, we hit familiar ground. We could see the river taking the ‘S’ turn and this was the Kodak moment! Our faces lit up and we were beyond happy. Our muscles were giving up and my cramp decided to tease me again; everyone was tired! We ran out of water, so the only option we had, was to eat/lick dry Glucose. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_pW37sBk_k/UxVjFg33rfI/AAAAAAAADSs/fI4DfSJhMdg/s1600/DSC01911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_pW37sBk_k/UxVjFg33rfI/AAAAAAAADSs/fI4DfSJhMdg/s1600/DSC01911.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Akkamahadevi caves. The flat slab always enthralls me.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">The glucose pack was ripped open with utmost brutality and trust us, glucose is a life saver! All these years, we had been eating and drinking glucose like a cool drink. It really is instant energy! We could feel it. We felt our sinews strengthening comparable with Popeye gulping a tin of spinach. &nbsp;None could stop us, none could come in between us and Akkamahadevi now. Like Juggernauts, we got back on track and made the descent to the Akkamahadevi caves. The thousands of Bats were a welcome sight. We drank river water at the temple and marched on to the river bank. A coracle came by and we got into it in a jiffy. The 15 minute coracle wade was amazing! The cool breeze and the familiar mountains, the deep river and the greenery parched our tired souls.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvknfBw8t88/UxVL8GGPopI/AAAAAAAADSU/NqpVg45_wfA/s1600/DSC01921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvknfBw8t88/UxVL8GGPopI/AAAAAAAADSU/NqpVg45_wfA/s1600/DSC01921.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our ride. The Coracle!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_AsQTE1ZqfU/UxVL8Z0R7BI/AAAAAAAADSY/aYOYIZ1okno/s1600/DSC01926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_AsQTE1ZqfU/UxVL8Z0R7BI/AAAAAAAADSY/aYOYIZ1okno/s1600/DSC01926.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Slight Drizzle and a coracle ride amid complete peace. Pure Bliss!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Time check- </b>10:10 AM.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Weather Check- </b>Slight Drizzle.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Light check- </b>A little dark, considering the time.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Gear Check- </b>Still all good.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Boot Check- </b>Lying down in the corner of none-of-our-business!<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Health Check- </b>Everyone tired, dehydrated, hungry and sleepy!<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Distance to cover-</b>0kms.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">We got to the Ashram in no time and almost as if part of a perfect script, it began drizzling! We quickly spoke with the local fishermen and asked them some fish for us. Fish is a must have, every time we go to Akkamahadevi. Every new visit is a new record for the best fish. The best ever. Possibly the best we will ever have!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">The hospitality at the Ashram was spectacular as ever! I've never seen levels of courtesy and hospitality max out from the human kind, except at this place- EVERY SINGLE TIME! I am pretty sure the rest of our team would vouch for it as well.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">We freshened up a little, changed into different clothes and crashed! We all had dreamless, pure sleep at the ashram for an hour or so. Fish was ready, but we had to eat it outside the ashram, respecting the Ashram’s traditions. We had our lunch as well - the best ever sambar rice!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">If things weren't eventful and eons beyond interesting and adventurous already, it dawned on us that we only have covered half the distance. Our final destination as per the plan was Kadalivanam.&nbsp; Now, Kadalivanam is supposed to be a good 7-8 kilometers from the Ashram and half the distance was a steady climb. I knew for sure that I would slow them down or perhaps even put things at risk if my cramps got worse. I told them that I’d stay back at the Ashram and that they can continue with the trek if they can. I also advised against it, because of inclement weather conditions and a 72 hour thunder shower prediction. This would be unknown territory and deeper into the jungle that we’d be venturing into and it’s never safe.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">After much discussion and a little argument, we decided that the trip ends at the Ashram and no further and that was a decision taken in unison. Well, almost! We watched the Ashram Peahen, clicked some pictures and listened to it buzz for a while.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEzhQIBigQM/UxVkDELbvxI/AAAAAAAADS4/oBvWac9OGoQ/s1600/DSC01945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEzhQIBigQM/UxVkDELbvxI/AAAAAAAADS4/oBvWac9OGoQ/s1600/DSC01945.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Ashram Peahen!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>4:00 pm:</b> We got down the stairs and took the coracle back to the ferry pad at Akkamahadevi. Since a return trek wasn't possible because of our physical conditions, we decided we’d much rather enjoy a boat ride all the way! We boarded a ferry and bought tickets for Domalapenta. After a 1 hour soothing ride, we got down at Domalapenta.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7wzri_Vjzc/UxVkkNxYZkI/AAAAAAAADTA/Op-TN5Lfcbg/s1600/IMG_0738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7wzri_Vjzc/UxVkkNxYZkI/AAAAAAAADTA/Op-TN5Lfcbg/s1600/IMG_0738.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eye-treats while travelling in the ferry.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XtOTmNvJilo/UxVliqbQR2I/AAAAAAAADTU/rAQi3qari4E/s1600/IMG_0744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XtOTmNvJilo/UxVliqbQR2I/AAAAAAAADTU/rAQi3qari4E/s1600/IMG_0744.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another Eye-treat!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">The fun part about getting down at Domalapenta and not Srisailam was--- Zia and Prashant apparently wanted ‘one-last’ adventure and may be an ulterior motive to torture me. Chandra and VJ’s neutral stands on this decision is worth mentioning, for it contributed to pushing everyone’s physical limits. Mine especially, with a super painful cramp. Domalapenta is much closer to the place we parked the car at, but reaching the road from the ferry point is the real task. About 1 to 1.5 kms of steady steep climb is what we had to endure to reach the road. After halting on our tracks a zillion times, we finally made it to flat, populated land.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>6:50 PM:</b> We reached the main road and hit the first shop we saw. Appy, Maaza, Slice, Frooti and every liquid drink was ordered. Our life was being pulled back from the depths of despair, until we breathed normally. We kept waiting for the bus and it never came, until one arrived at around 7:45PM. It was full, but we squeezed ourselves and our gear in. The 30 minute drive to Vatavarlapalli felt like 5 minutes when we looked out our tired, dreary and surprised faces.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">This stare and laugh went on till we reached Vatavarlapalli. Our gear went back into the Beast’s back and we drove straight to Mannanur, booked a room and we had a singular thought in our heads-<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>“We had one heck of an adventure! Scary, Fun, Beautiful, Painful and Refreshing.”</i> <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MS024ubnBMw/UxVtSPTSNQI/AAAAAAAADTk/NVQqHLatkiY/s1600/Akkamahadevi+Group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MS024ubnBMw/UxVtSPTSNQI/AAAAAAAADTk/NVQqHLatkiY/s1600/Akkamahadevi+Group.jpg" height="200" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cover picture of the trip! Isn't it splendid?<br />Picture courtesy- Zia</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal">Completely unplanned and with us just about prepared for it. Our false pride about knowing the jungle was completely destroyed and nature once again proved its supremacy over everything and projected two words in True HD- ‘<b>I PREVAIL</b>’!!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">This trip couldn't have happened without anyone in the current group. Kudos to everyone for sticking as a unit and not panicking, no matter what the situation was like <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p>&nbsp;<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4MHlH-zR0U/UxVwza5cTsI/AAAAAAAADT8/TRfkB-93Uss/s1600/DSCN8744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4MHlH-zR0U/UxVwza5cTsI/AAAAAAAADT8/TRfkB-93Uss/s1600/DSCN8744.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">L-R: Zia, VJ, Chandra, Rohit &amp; Prashant!</td></tr></tbody></table></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="left" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoTableGrid" style="border-collapse: collapse; border: none; margin-left: 6.75pt; margin-right: 6.75pt; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext .5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-table-anchor-horizontal: margin; mso-table-anchor-vertical: paragraph; mso-table-left: left; mso-table-lspace: 9.0pt; mso-table-rspace: 9.0pt; mso-table-top: -2.0pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 461px;"> <tbody><tr style="height: 18.0pt; mso-yfti-firstrow: yes; mso-yfti-irow: 0; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes;"> <td style="border: solid #5B9BD5 1.5pt; height: 18.0pt; mso-border-themecolor: accent1; padding: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; width: 346.0pt;" valign="top" width="461"> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #0070c0;">“Nature has a billion ways to shock, surprise and entice us. One instant, it’s a breeze, and a storm in another! Either ways, it always commands respect.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div></td> </tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p>~</o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p>rohit</o:p></div></div></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-55162732279959746822014-01-21T12:22:00.000+05:302014-01-21T12:22:33.253+05:30The Orphan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: 'Footlight MT Light', serif;">His final wish that he be the orphan no more, denied.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: 'Footlight MT Light', serif;">He lay dead, his body waiting to join the elements.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: 'Footlight MT Light', serif;">Minute after minute, heart beat after heartbeat,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: 'Footlight MT Light', serif;">Time slowed down, the past flashed through his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: 'Footlight MT Light', serif;">His only wish then was that he be the orphan no more.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: 'Footlight MT Light', serif;">None there for him, his muscle stiffened and pumped slower,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: 'Footlight MT Light', serif;">The invisible bullet found its mark and lodged itself fatally.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: 'Footlight MT Light', serif;">Years of torment and solitude fused to form a projectile.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: 'Footlight MT Light', serif;">Yet, his only wish was that he be the orphan no more.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: 'Footlight MT Light', serif;">He survived the charging dunes and the roaring hurricanes.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: 'Footlight MT Light', serif;">There was more than just the chasmic abode he lived in,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: 'Footlight MT Light', serif;">Thrown deeper into the abyss, void of faces and voices,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: 'Footlight MT Light', serif;">He thought and wished that he be the orphan no more.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: 'Footlight MT Light', serif;">Turbulent thoughts wreaked havoc with his dreary soul.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: 'Footlight MT Light', serif;">Unrelenting was life’s implacable motto to deny everything,</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: 'Footlight MT Light', serif;">His life was a perfect example of inanimate broken continuity.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HEMXkH2lMMI/Ut4YUFJlUeI/AAAAAAAADOw/Q2MAPRkj050/s1600/The+Orphan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HEMXkH2lMMI/Ut4YUFJlUeI/AAAAAAAADOw/Q2MAPRkj050/s1600/The+Orphan.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br /></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">~</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: &quot;Footlight MT Light&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">rohit</span></div></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-60480898480858073722013-11-17T02:55:00.003+05:302013-11-17T02:55:49.357+05:30A Rainbow that Life is!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The ever so colourful and enticing colours in a rainbow never fail to fascinate people it presents itself to. So it's VIBYOR isn't it? Yeah that's what we've learnt.<br /><br />But who knew our tutors taught us the exact reverse!! It's ROYBIV to be precise, when one looks at a rainbow.<br />Life's a rainbow and we're told it's going to be VIBGYOR. Who lists Z to A? Who counts backwards? Who would want to list the colours as VIBGYOR when it can be put forth the right way, which is the exact opposite?<br /><br />Life's similar. We're taught stuff about life and how it will turn out to be. Well, well, well......<br /><br /><br />Most of space is black and one day life will return to it. Not before lingering around a lot of grey space! Pale grey... Which will neither let you submit yourself to your desires nor to your ultimate happiness. Everyone's life is such. One would want to claim that he/she's happy and doing what they love/ want to and are at peace.<br />But no one can be at peace. The complex factory inside our heads and hearts always has a secret longing. A side to it which will never let the entity from attaining peace and happiness. There's always a better taste, a better person, a better place, a better adventure, a better star, a better person to lust, a better person to love.<br /><br />Ever single living being is merely surviving. Not living! All the claims, the promises, the visions, the longings, the wait, the patience, the friendship vows, heart to heart ties(Love, as people call it) forever are in a state of being crumbled.<br /><br /><br />Now you, the reader must be thinking this guy is a loco or is broken.. Neither. Take a peek into your own lives and unravel your truths.... VIBGYOR is not the same as ROYGBIV just like 1987 is not the same as 7891!<br />And this is where my rant ends! :)<br /><br />--<br />rohit</div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-27950081725859815522013-08-19T00:38:00.000+05:302013-08-19T00:47:43.778+05:30Incinerated...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b>He walked great lengths of the Earth following that trail he knew he&nbsp;shouldn't&nbsp;be following.&nbsp;</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b>The reason unknown, the motive unclear, he knew that across every thicket, he’d find nothing.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b>Yet, powered by the only source, he kept walking with nothing in his head to ponder about.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b>Unlike a grazer gazing at every opportunity, he kept on like a madman and at times like a scout.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b>He’d questioned himself a zillion times already and he knew well; the answer would never be in reach.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b>He was many things before he was a trailer or a stalker before this lesson that life was about to teach.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b>With or without choice, he had decided to follow the feather which forever seemed to float away.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b>Across the great seas, the rivers, the barren lands or the swamps, never for would him would it stay.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b>The feather’s destiny was clear, for it swayed through the different terrains to adorn someone’s hat.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b>It made stops regularly to interact with its fraternity and its likes because never did it stop at that.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b>He on the other hand, a madman kept surveying its halts to match pace and catch up with it.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b>Alas! The madman&nbsp;didn't&nbsp;realise the feather was light and he was too heavy with that grit.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b>Then came a time he saw it everywhere and detachment stared right into his worn out face.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b>Lost somewhere on the planet, he swore memories to be his whether in time or space.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b>Even now, the feather interacts with its interests carefree of the past, seeking what was pre-destined.</b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #548dd4;"><b>Incinerated and numb, the madman projected his memories on the air before goodbye he signed!</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MnPfmVnt1kU/UhEa1jMXh7I/AAAAAAAADKo/56ta3UcBWsU/s1600/Incineration.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MnPfmVnt1kU/UhEa1jMXh7I/AAAAAAAADKo/56ta3UcBWsU/s320/Incineration.jpg" width="208" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I hold rights over this picture and you shall be incinerated should you try and steal it!</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; font-size: 22pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: blue; font-family: &quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; font-size: 22pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">~~</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">rohit</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="color: red; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">###- I know the first line isn't how any post should begin with... But then, that was the intent!</span></div></div></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-29835849965725930392013-07-21T19:40:00.002+05:302013-07-21T19:40:50.230+05:30Rapid Amnesia!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Yeaaah!! \m/<br /><br />I knew I was heading towards it, 'cos my memory that I was proud of once, seemed to slip off my head in bits and pieces.<br />All this started roughly 3 years ago, which co-incidentally marks the beginning of the 3 rough years!!<br /><br />I began forgetting names of people. Names of places. - Then it hit a stagnant. Things looked like they're not going to get any worse.<br /><br />And then came a time when I started forgetting names of friends- which was a little too weird. That was round the same time I decided I wouldn't blog. I did a marathon post. A post every day, until the blog closed.<br />Playing with words and writing was always(still is to an extent) my forte and something I could be proud of.<br /><br />Then things happened. I started making mistakes. Simple ones. I could feel the pressure in the head when I'd search for words- something which never ever happened.&nbsp; Those words would eventually come to me. And then, they stopped!<br /><br />There were days when I'd pick up the dictionary and stare at it because I know I am looking for a word. But I don't know which letter it starts with.<br />I know the word's a simple one and I've used it a million times in the past, but I don't know how it sounds any more. It all started getting embarrassing. I could speak fluently and now I'm stuck. Waiting for words to finish one sentence? Wow! I knew it had to be a dream. I wished it would end soon.<br />Alas! The dream never did end.<br /><br />Songs I've always heard to, now remain only as tunes. Their lyrics, GONE!<br /><br /><br />I've always remembered my childhood in TRUE HD. Now, only parts of remain. I know for a fact that I remembered something about something which happened in school, until a month ago. Now- It's gone.<br /><br /><br />My passwords have always been those that are not easy to break/guess, yet impossible for me to not remember.<br />'At least I'm doing well in this front', thought a version of me a couple of months ago. Well well, I should've known. That day's here. I access my gmail and couple of other sites every day! And I forgot all the passwords. At once! It's like they're gone!<br />I forgot my laptop password too. Good thing is I bound my password with the biometrics on the laptop. I only have to swipe my finger across the fingerprint reader and it unlocks my laptop. Good!!<br /><br /><br />I just made note of all my passwords somewhere. Imagine me forgetting my&nbsp; phone unlock code or my office stuff or my ATM and Internet banking credentials-- The horror of it.<br /><br /><br />Sweet Holy Mother of Memory!! - You just abandoned me :D.<br /><br />Rapid Amnesia- wassup mate? You're not welcome, but you don't really care, do you?!! <br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tadIYyjqoZI/UevrfrXhVjI/AAAAAAAADJA/GUIg6CzCtb4/s1600/IMG_8035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tadIYyjqoZI/UevrfrXhVjI/AAAAAAAADJA/GUIg6CzCtb4/s320/IMG_8035.JPG" width="288" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me setting a Sky Lantern free at Jomtien beach. A candle to myself !! :D</td></tr></tbody></table><br />~<br />rohit</div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-84601606246975758342013-06-08T19:12:00.000+05:302013-06-08T19:12:08.286+05:30The Perfect camouflage<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Sitting in the depths of my thoughts, was myself staring into my own eyes in the mirror.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Those cold grizzly eyes played zombie versus vampire, for life to them was filled with horror.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A whiff of damp earth through closed doors reminded him that he was living a lie.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Like the walking dead, he forced himself up to smell nature’s ecstasy served like a pie.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Aha! He thought. What seemed like a century old wait, came presenting itself to him.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The perfect camouflage to rip himself apart, oblivious to all eyes he wept for the victim.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">From a bird’s view he looked like he was, at the same time, downing and drowning.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Those dead eyes could tell it was way more than just that. He was incurvating.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Nature’s bountiful showers promised to wash away THE thing. Little did it know it had to fail.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">His life was preset. He called quits to his wait and knew that this was the right time to set sail.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The lifeless form did everything to display the lie. It was inconspicuously putting on a ritz.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Only he knew that it was time to morph ‘cos all the conflict inside him was an immortal blitz.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The Perfect camouflage was just the moment he was waiting for, just the right opportunity.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">His time’s up here and time starts there.&nbsp; He knew his struggle will be always be a fight till eternity....<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zDxaCHOgh7w/UbMzTh442SI/AAAAAAAADHU/cLR8Uj5GXLw/s1600/SAM_0359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zDxaCHOgh7w/UbMzTh442SI/AAAAAAAADHU/cLR8Uj5GXLw/s400/SAM_0359.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cave we explored in Srisailam. This one was big enough to walk. In many places, it wasn't big enough to crawl and I was leading with 4 others behind me. If I had to come out, the others had to crawl back. There was no space to even turn around when crawling, we just had to crawl without looking back. Scary, yet felt at home.<br /><br />If you open this image full-screen, you will find hundreds of tiny bats and their glittering eyes.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: &quot;AR CENA&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: AR CENA;"><span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;">~Adios</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: AR CENA;"><span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: AR CENA;"><span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;">rohit</span></span></div></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-90380195313029122632013-02-20T22:11:00.000+05:302013-02-20T22:11:05.985+05:30The great exit!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Not going to bore you guys with a long, never ending, meaningless one.<div><br /></div><div>The thing is, you can change a process, but you can never change one's thought process.</div><div><br /></div><div>Processes can drive you nut and so can peoples thought processes.</div><div><br /></div><div>What if multiple thought processes from multiple sources are the reason for shaping one process?</div><div><br /></div><div>The process can still be changed, for it's topical. But the thought which shapes the process, stays. On the exterior, it'll look like it has changed too, but the fact remains.</div><div>It doesn't. Because it's what shows what people are made of- cunning, lethargy, good, kind, honest, bullshitting, bluffer-- makes that person.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I've been going through this, right? And since I can only may be change the process and not the thought process, that's as good as a game lost. What's the use if you can't achieve something which serves a greater benefit?</div><div><br /></div><div>So the great exit begins...&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>And the great confusion begins too...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>.... in your heads!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Shutting down now.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0QsjsKZEhU/UST8eztI3nI/AAAAAAAADFM/VI65J5qN1XM/s1600/EXIT.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0QsjsKZEhU/UST8eztI3nI/AAAAAAAADFM/VI65J5qN1XM/s320/EXIT.png" width="320" /></a></div><div>And will be a boot failure!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>--</div><div>rohit</div></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-11795541122142647922012-11-18T01:25:00.000+05:302012-11-18T01:34:03.884+05:30The Boiling Frog!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">For long, I've been intrigued by the 'Boiling Frog' theory which states that a frog dies a slow and stupid death when placed in a pot of cold water and then heated till boiling point.<br /><br />There's been much debate about it and I don't know if it's true, nor do I want to find out the credibility of the theory myself. I'd be causing way too much trauma to that poor thing if I'd put it on my to-do list. Or may be not!?<br /><br />Any which ways, I love the theory because the creature truly is nature's wonder. They sleep through the winter and their metabolism can slow down to extents that their lungs and hearts stop functioning, but will kick start as soon as winter's off.<br />Some also estivate through summer and start croaking during the rains. I should have become a herpetologist!<br />They've learnt to acclimatise. Their physiological adaptation is so fucking good that they can survive the apocalypse! Well, almost!<br /><br />The title of this post's a metaphor I wish I could relate when talking about myself. This world unnerves me. I unnerve myself. I wish I could croak and sleep through these times. To let my heart stop functioning.. Stop breathing completely. Whether I snap out of the hibernation is immaterial to me.<br /><br />I wish... Or should I delve into Organic Cryogenics to succeed in my pursuit of a sly escape route?<br />This will need some dedicated Thinking man time!<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1wcRl4dJGU/UKfrYOUyiiI/AAAAAAAADDw/ozLWQb6AF3U/s1600/thinking+man.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u1wcRl4dJGU/UKfrYOUyiiI/AAAAAAAADDw/ozLWQb6AF3U/s320/thinking+man.gif" width="257" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He probably was me, then!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />--<br />rohit</div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-41187771792049716202012-11-08T18:52:00.001+05:302012-11-08T18:52:22.978+05:30Can no longer write?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Half through reading my last blog post, I thought to myself. The post sucks! Whatever happened to the flow of words. Clogged!&nbsp;<div><br /></div><div>C'est la vie...... let it be.. Well, at least this rhymed....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>--</div><div>rohit</div></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-3345912776297574922012-11-08T17:01:00.000+05:302012-11-08T17:21:45.335+05:303- Moonu<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I know! I had the same look on my face when I first heard this was a movie's name.<br />When I then found out that the song 'Why this Kolaveri Di' is a part of this movie, my first reaction was WHAAAAT THE FUCK!!??!!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/YR12Z8f1Dh8?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><br />As we know, the song went on to become a viral sensation across the globe and it was on everyone's lips, hello-tune, ringtone and every freaking cab played it.<br />In a couple of months all the hoopla about it died. I thought that the movie, like the song would be funky one.<br /><br />About 6 months ago, I downloaded this movie and it was nothing like the song. I for some reason could relate myself with it very strongly.<br /><br />&nbsp;And, that was it. I never watched that movie again until 3 months ago. Since then, I've watched it over a dozen times. May be 20 times too! The storyline is simply awesome. College life romance to marriage to the male lead's death-- Everything was smooth. Not for a minute did I feel bored all these times. Dhanush, I thought was a useless hero, but he changed my opinion of him with this movie. He's not good looking but sure can act. He's Rajnikanth's Son-in-law now, so probably a little talent brushed off! Shruti Hassan as usual looked stunning and did a fine job in the movie. Complete justice to the intense scenes she had to play.<br /><br />The lyrics in every song in that movie related with me. I'm a Tamilian who can just about do better than 'manage' when it comes to my mother tongue. Yet, I could understand every word in every song in this movie. Without a binding agent, I was instantaneously bound to this movie forever.<br /><br />These songs play all the time in my head. My playlist on youtube is filled with 4 songs from this movie.<br /><br />I possibly suffer from bi-polar disorder too in addition to a few more orderly disorders! :)<br /><br />Here are songs I love the most from this movie-- in no specific order...<br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">-- Nee Partha Vizhigal</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/XXVohDoGcKM?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;">-- Kannazhaga</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/-1Hofc9Wc-o?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;">-- Po Nee Po</span></b><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/XewXESRoHKE?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">-- Idhazhin Oram</span></b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/xhDmlQeO7qY?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><br />The two Instrumental tracks also are awesome. Just something about them which bond with me. What? I have no clue.<br /><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;">--Full of Life(Theme Music)</span></b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Ii7OjkLU4UA?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;">--Rhythm of Love</span></b><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/DUykAXF3WrA?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br />The complete audio track on Youtube is here-----<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/4uHJ54mjNjE?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><br />The posters might seem a little misleading. Don't rent this movie if you're making your decisions after looking at the posters. This is not a movie for the Home Alone times! It's definitely a family flick.<br /><br />I'm not sure how long this link will stay alive for.. But here it is.. The entire movie on Youtube, with English Subs.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/-dHw1OD3EdM?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><br /><br />The film's already at the 41 minute mark on my video player as I'm typing this...<br /><br /><br />--<br />rohit</div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-25816048652806372892012-11-04T17:52:00.000+05:302012-11-04T17:52:35.691+05:30The Carnage<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />Perhaps one would think I need to F5 my life.<br />Perhaps I should think my life's F9 already....<br /><br />Every now, then and then and then, I see BLACK.<br />Is it the only colour that exists? Is it the only thing that I can relate light and darkness with, at the same time?<br />May be BLACK is not a colour here. May be it is not a situation. May be it means something.<br />Could it be a different dimension?<br />A world which wants me to inhabit it? Perhaps a world unheard of. Unseen of. Will I not know until I take the plunge?<br /><br /><br />Every now, then and then and then, I hear BOOM BOOM.<br />Is it the only sound that exists? Is it the only sound I can relate my present and my past with, at the same time?<br />May be BOOM BOOM is not a sound here. May be it is not an entity that can be calculated. May be it means something too.<br />Is it the answer to owning BLACK? Could it be the passage to the BLACK?<br />A passage with wondrous mirrors, all of them with me in them. The only person I can connect with now? All the mirrors aping everything I do. I raise my left hand and the mirror does the same,'cos it knows only to reflect.<br />BLACK-BOOM BOOM! Is that the answer to the 4th pane? Still unclear, I will never know until I take the plunge.<br /><br /><br />Every now, then and then and then, I am called a BABA.<br />Is it the only identification to me that exists? Is it the only thing I can relate my current self with?<br />May be BABA is not a personality, a trait, a character. May be it's more than just marijuana and a fancy word.<br />Could it be the absolute truth?<br />The truth I was supposed to experience and fill myself with, so I don't complain about myself or the world around me? Incineration through thoughts. Or is it more like Spontaneous combustion!!??<br />Entangled in my own complex web, I help others from their own. Will being me result into frequent poignant reminders of the abyss I've lost myself in?<br />To the third eye, I appear pent up in my own body. Little would they know that I've spent my so-called geniousity* in discovering the truth.<br /><br />BLACK BOOM BOOM BABA had to happen. I had to transform. I promulgate this. It's something you must know so none of you fall prey to the vulture that I am!... NOW...<br /><br /><br />--<br />rohit<br /><br /></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-15231473483947777822012-11-01T09:11:00.002+05:302012-11-01T09:11:35.565+05:30Déjà Vu, Déjà Vued!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Seems like yesterday that I saw a similar day under similar circumstances last calendar year. I could communicate then in bits.<br /><br />So can I now.<br />Just differently. Just with myself.<br /><br />Any which ways, just like I wished then and I will wish later, I wish now that all of the world's luck and success is bestowed upon thee.<br /><br />Thou shalt not halt. Thou shalt not weep. Thou shalt not look back. Thou shalt take this as a small step in the present, yet a gigantic leap for the future.<br /><br />WYTB IOHE SUES H###T I#### N#### G####<br /><br /><br />--<br />rohit</div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-907779490235854092012-10-17T17:46:00.001+05:302012-10-17T17:48:48.587+05:30Silence....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">... is something which most people dread.<br /><div>... can drive weird thoughts into people</div><div>... can be the one source of uneasiness.</div><div><br /></div><div>... probably is as good as solitary confinement</div><div>... could also mean a lot of other things.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But you, you must take my silence differently. Times can be difficult. But my silence will always stand by you. To give you a sense of security. Hopefully a reason of additional happiness.</div><div><br /></div><div>Something that can nurture you. Breathe in the air filled with my silence and live an oxygenated life. See through my silence, the beauty this world has to offer in the living and the non-living.</div><div>In brightness and in darkness. In happiness and in sorrow, this silence will stand by to listen to everything and to approve everything correct.</div><div><br /></div><div>My physiological absence does not mean I am psychologically absent. I am there. Always there to transform into a sword when you are weak and a shield when you are strong. I am to complement.&nbsp;</div><div>You should consciously forget I am around. You should forget I ever existed. But in your subconscious you should trust in this shield. You must wield this sword.</div><div><br /></div><div>You will prosper. You will grow. You will flower. You will find happiness for real. You will sway to the breeze and you will dance in the rain. Free from all the dirt. Full of everything good.</div><div><br /></div><div>You are the Fragrance, the best ever. Believe in that and let go of the sniff sniff. Instead, catch hold of your fragrance by doing a whiff whiff..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Nature to its inhabitants. The love visibly absent but undeniably present forever!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>--</div><div>rohit</div></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-34085269545885044802012-10-15T20:09:00.001+05:302012-10-15T20:10:03.954+05:30Insanius!!<div><p>I was counting the number of rotations my ceiling fan was making when appa pushed open my door and asked me if i will have my dinner.</p><p>I replied "I am sure I dont want to".</p><p>He shut the door and returned after a minute and asked me the same thing.</p><p>Slightly irritated, I replied "No appa I've been trying to sleep".</p><p>He shut the door and came back again a minute later asking me if I want to eat dosa.</p><p>I lost it. I replied--<br>"Appa my anger is directly proportional to me being irritated".</p><p>And this was in a very rude tone and I feel like shit about it.<br>But now that I am typing this post through my SGSII which might not last this week, I am sating to myself-- that was a line from a genius. Or a super insane guy. Who else would relate two different, yet related scenarios with a word like "directly proportional"??!!</p><p>I am Insanius(insan+ius)! Clearly.</p><p>Also, I didn't give Sriram my daily attendance. I am running out of patience mate!! Dont I need a long vacation. Like an eternal one? -- Sure deserve one!</p><p>Signing off...</p><p>--<br>Insaniusly yours,<br>rohit</p></div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576098855636687850.post-17645619718891849632012-10-15T18:27:00.000+05:302012-10-15T18:27:17.042+05:30How to?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I cannot. Learn to live with it fella! The unstoppable pounding and the hyperventilation should but be treated as normal.<br /><br /><br />Je n'arrive pas a t'oublier!<br /><br /><br />-<br />rohit</div>rohit Iyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17700382654008617820noreply@blogger.com0